Remembering Bruce

I flew home to Kentucky this past weekend for the funeral of my best friend's Dad. He had not been well for about two years after suffering some brain damage from lack of oxygen during a heart attack. He was such a gentle and funny man. Though apparently flawed throughout his life, this was something I did not know of him growing up. He was always so funny - loved the Three Stooges, Elvis and old John Wayne movies. He had nicknames for everyone - mine was Martha Matty May. He used to do this Three Stooges thing where he would make this funny sound and shake his hand in front of his face - you would have to have seen some of their old movies to know what I am talking about but it was funny. He said they were "educational". He loved Elvis - they played three Elvis gospel songs at his funeral yesterday and we laughed because it was Elvis and we cried because it was beautiful and it was Bruce. He always had funny names for different things like Hen's fruit for eggs and Rectum Ribbon for Toilet Paper and he called himself a "grocery bill" because he was a bit overweight. Even for the last two years when he wasn't quite right they said he kept his wonderful sense of humor. I think maybe he's up in heaven and will see my mother and recognize her and make her laugh too.